''Shaykh NoorudDin- Lustre,beams, forth from the dust of His Grave,
'A Variety of grace flows out from his holy soul'
Monday, December 22, 2014
Thy heart burnt black due to Sins !
Feel not thou the stink of thy heart burnt black due to sins.
Registered not thou a single commendable day into thy account.
Beware ! Blossoms art prone to autumn waves.
Why flurried thou art amazed am I.
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